Publication Date: July 6, 2015
Sometimes, a chance meeting is just the push you need in order to break free from the darkness within…My name is Emma, I’m 23, and I’ve never been kissed. I’m no virgin…But kissing is too intimate, too intense, and I don’t want that – not ever. I like sex, though, and most of my hook-ups don’t seem to mind the no-kissing part. But then I meet Daniel, who’s such a geek, and definitely not the kind of guy I’d normally take an interest to. He’s the shy, quiet type, but with such a charming smile, and he makes my heart race – something I’ve never experienced before. Daniel has his own issues to work through, and I know my hardened heart shouldn’t melt when he looks at me. I really shouldn’t be falling for him, either, but somehow, he manages to tear down my walls, and I’m scared…because once he learns my secrets, he’ll want nothing to do with me. All I know is that Daniel makes me feel things that I have never felt before – but do I dare let down my walls and confide in him? Will I let him be my first kiss? This is my story, and I’ll reveal everything in my own sweet time… Just don’t expect all the hearts-and-flowers stuff. Life is messy, and mine is no different… INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS ***Due to possible ‘triggers’ and adult situations (yes, there is lots of sex in this book) it is not recommended to persons under the age of 18.
My alarm goes off and I hit snooze quickly.
Just five more minutes . . .
The ping alerting me to a text message, however, makes me open my eyes slightly, and my arm sneaks out from the warmth of the sheet covering me. I fumble around a bit, my hand searching for my glasses. As soon as I have found them and put them on, I pick up my phone from the floor, swipe the screen and see that the text is from Emma.
Damn, she’s up early, I think, yawning, and I look at her message:
Emma: You know, the walls in this building are really thin . . .
I frown, confused.
Me: What do you mean??? This is weird . . .
Emma: Let’s just say that I’m glad I won’t have to teach you everything . . .
What the . . . ? I bolt upright in bed as a feeling of dread fills my gut. Before I have the wits to form a reply, another ping alerts me of a new message. I’m almost too embarrassed to read it, but I think I have to man up, and so I take a look.
Emma: The next time you need to . . . err . . . relieve some tension? Go do it in the shower, okay? ;-)
That winky face at the end mocks me, and I can feel an embarrassing blush starting to rise on my neck. What the hell do I say back to her? This is really embarrassing. Ugh. I can’t make a joke of this, but I do have to answer her, I guess. I’m quite relieved that I didn’t shout out her name last night, though . . . now, that would be pretty difficult to talk myself out of. I don’t want her to think that I’m some kind of pervert just because I had her in mind when I jacked off.
Me: Will do. See you at work.
I throw the phone behind me on the bed and rake my hands through my hair, all the way to my nape, holding onto it tightly for a couple of seconds. I breathe deeply a few times before loosening my hold, and I decide to try to ignore the fact that Emma obviously heard me get myself off last night. There’s nothing I can do about it.